by Tara Sivec
“I’m not fragile. You won’t break me,” I quickly remind him quietly before he can say anything else, just in case there are any lingering doubts that he has to be gentle and respectful with me at this particular moment in time.
“You keep saying stuff like that, and this is going to be over before it even starts,” Shepherd warns me quietly, tugging my earlobe through his teeth, my whole body vibrating with anticipation, since he’s still not touching me anywhere else aside from his hands still tightly gripping my hips.
Let’s go! Break me right in half with that monster cock!
Shepherd’s entire body jolts, making me realize I just said those words out loud. And then everything happens in the blink of an eye and all in one smooth, hot, fluid motion, and I suddenly feel Shepherd everywhere. My body is crowded against the front of the freezer as he bends me over it, wraps one arm tightly around me, bends his knees, and thrusts up hard.
“Oh my God!” flies out of my mouth along with my hands smacking down on top of the freezer as Shepherd just lines himself up and fucks right into me with one hard jerk of his hips.
He holds himself still deep inside me, so thick and full and perfect it takes my breath away. His arm tightens around my body while rapid-fire curses pant out of his mouth pressed right against my ear.
“Fuck. Jesus. Holy shit. Give me a minute.”
I feel his cock pulsing against my walls, and I whimper wanting more, swiveling my hips and making Shepherd let out a choked groan, taking no more than the minute he needed.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he growls against the side of my neck before all hell breaks loose in the best way possible, and he fucks me already.
And because deep down inside he’s still a gentleman at heart, he keeps that one arm tightly around me to protect my body from smacking into the front of the freezer as he starts moving. There’s nothing I can do but hold on tight as Shepherd brings his other hand back between my legs, working my clit with his expert fingers as he drives his cock into me over and over.
“Yes, yes, oh God, this is so much better than missionary,” I chant as Shepherd takes me against the freezer. Because that’s what he’s doing. His fingers build me higher and higher as he works my clit, and his cock claims me as he plunges it into me over and over.
“Goddamn, your pussy is like a fist around me. So fucking perfect and tight.”
“Wha… uhhhfffuck…”
I don’t even know what’s coming out of my mouth at this point, and I don’t care. This is the best moment of my life, and I want it to last forever, but there is something about that dirty talk coming out of Shepherd’s otherwise sweet and romantic mouth right against my ear. It has me hurtling faster and faster to my release, my hips jerking erratically against his hand while his fingers slip and slide and swirl faster and faster around my clit.
“Jesus… Jesus,” Shepherd mutters, peppering kisses down the side of my neck as his hips slam against my ass. “You take my cock like a goddamn dream, baby. Fuck, I’m so glad you’re mine.”
No matter how many times I’ve dreamed about this moment with this man, absolutely nothing compares to reality and hearing him call me his while he makes all my dirty fantasies come true. Every lackluster, boring, missionary position moment before this, where I never even came close to getting off, is instantly bleached from my mind, and nothing remains but Shepherd saying and doing dirty, dirty things to me in the back of the Dip and Twist.
“Say something else. Say something else!” I demand, Shepherd’s laughter rumbling through his chest pressed against my back as he bends me over the freezer more. My feet spread out a little more, and I arch my back right when he thrusts into me roughly.
His arm that was holding me tightly leaves my body, and his hand smacks down on top of the freezer next to mine when it makes him sink so deep inside me we both let out choking moans. As he moves against me harder, his fingers swirl faster and faster around my clit.
“You like it when I tell you how good you feel while I’m fucking you?” he asks in a low voice, my whole body shuddering at his words when I feel him smile against the side of my neck. He pulls his cock all the way out and then slams back inside me, making the air in my lungs leave me with a whoosh when he answers for me, since I clearly can’t speak now. “Yeah, you do.”
Shepherd starts moving in earnest now, deep then shallow thrusts inside me, and my hands slip forward more on top of the freezer. My eyes squeeze closed, and my mouth drops open as I pant and whimper while he keeps whispering deliciously dirty things in my ear. His free hand that he smacked down next to mine on top of the freezer suddenly wraps around my ponytail. A completely inhuman sound comes out of me when he grips it in his fist and then tugs my head to the side, giving him better access. While his fingers work masterfully between my legs and his thrusts get rougher, Shepherd trails his tongue up the side of my neck, ending with a sucking, biting kiss right under my ear.
“Come on, baby,” Shepherd whispers, his fingers on my clit moving in a rapid diagonal pattern, my orgasm building and building with each panting breath he speaks against my ear and each swipe of his fingers. “Let me feel that tight pussy milk my cock.”
“Hooo-fuuu-ohhh shit, yes!”
His words and what he’s doing to me are so hot there’s no way I can stop this orgasm, even if I wanted to. It’s hurtling through me with the speed of a freight train and will probably do just as much damage when it crashes through me. Without any warning, I feel myself doing what Shepherd wants. I’m tightening around his cock as he starts thrusting harder, my release exploding out of me and rolling through me in thick, heavy, pulsing waves, my hands smacking down on top of the freezer again as I chant his name as I come.
“Oh, fuck!” Shepherd shouts, his thrusts becoming jerky and erratic behind me as I moan all the way through the longest orgasm in history until I am out of words and sounds.
My mouth is dropped open in some kind of orgasmic shock as both of Shepherd’s hands are suddenly gripping my hips, yanking my body back to meet his in such a deliciously hard and bruising way it prolongs my orgasm until I’m pretty sure I might have actually died. Once, twice, three times Shepherd thrusts into me until he holds himself still and deep as he comes with my name roaring from his mouth like a lion on top of a mountain, definitely making me feel like anything but someone’s mother right now.
My arms finally give out, and I collapse the rest of the way across the top of the freezer with Shepherd following. His hips twitch against me, and his entire body shudders with the last of his release as we go, until my chest and my cheek are flattened against the top of the freezer, with the side of Shepherd’s face pressed against the other side of mine.
It takes several minutes of heavy breathing before I feel human again, while I enjoy the feel of Shepherd’s body on top of mine, even if he is holding himself up a little so he doesn’t crush me, while his cock still pulses inside me.
“Are you okay?” Shepherd pants, lifting his face from my cheek and bringing one of his hands up to brush a few long strands of hair off my face that came down out of my ponytail. “Jesus, did I hurt you? Tell me you’re okay.”
The concern in his voice makes me smile as he peppers kisses all down the side of my face, over and over until he’s covered every spot he can reach, and I start to giggle.
“I’m more than okay,” I respond with a contented sigh, which ends with a small gasp when I feel Shepherd slowly drag his hips back and pull himself out of me. “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this my whole life. That was way better than anything in a book.”
I feel Shepherd laugh softly against my back, and then he’s pulling away from me, helping me stand upright and then quickly turning me around to face him. His hands immediately come up to cup my cheeks, and he dips his head and gently presses his lips to mine. I bring my own hands up to rest on top of his as he brushes his thumbs back and forth against my cheeks. Shepherd kisses me soft and slow for several long minutes until
my heartrate starts picking up again right as he ends the kiss with a few brushes of his lips against mine before resting his forehead on mine.
“I thought I was doing the right thing by being a gentleman. I had no idea I was actually driving you as crazy as you were driving me,” Shepherd says, making me laugh. “Don’t ever be afraid to tell me what you want again, as soon as you want it, okay?”
I nod, pushing up on my toes and giving him a quick kiss before pulling back. After what just happened here, Shepherd has pretty much created a monster, and now it seems I have no problem telling him what I want.
“Got it. So is now a good time to tell you I’ve never received oral and I’m really anxious to try out being on top?” I ask, making Shepherd groan as he drops his hands from my cheeks and wraps his arms around me. “Should I make a list of everything I want? I’ll just make a list. We’ll go alphabetical starting with blowjob. Sorry, anal will have to wait for a special occasion, like your birthday.”
I let out a squeal when Shepherd’s hand comes down with a smack on one of my bare ass cheeks as he holds me in his arms and shakes his head at me with a huge smile on his face.
“I can’t believe Bodhi was actually the voice of reason.” Before I can ask him what he’s talking about, Shepherd lowers his voice to a whisper. “I’m so glad you’re mine.”
My heart goes pitter-patter in my chest, extremely happy to know just how good he is at spoiling me everywhere.
CHAPTER 17
Wren
“It’s all fun and games until someone loses their balls.”
Mom: I see you got the D last night.
Wren: MOM!
Mom: Don’t be shy now, child! I didn’t realize Shepherd was such a… voracious and wild lover. Good for you!
Wren: It’s entirely too early for this.
Mom: It’s fine. You don’t have to confirm it verbally. I’m currently looking at the proof. While messy, I am very delighted for you. Chaotic lovers can be super exciting, but I am not cleaning this shit up by myself.
Wren: Are you drunk? It’s not even eight in the morning yet.
Mom: Were YOU drunk last night when you left the Dip and Twist like this after your boning?
Wren: Don’t say boning. No one says boning. And what are you talking about? Left the Dip and Twist like what? Shepherd and I left it exactly the way you did after you closed.
Mom: So you DO confirm there was boning! Sorry, fucking.
Wren: Yep, boning is fine. Just say boning.
Mom: Seriously, Wren, the place is a mess. No one is happier than I am that you finally got the cobwebs cleaned out from down under, but get your cute little tush up here and help me clean up the mess.
“We did not do this,” I tell my mom for the second time as I stand next to her in the back room of the Dip and Twist and survey the damage.
“Pity,” she muses, and we both bend down to lift up one of the metal shelves that was knocked over to stand it back up against the wall, the Styrofoam cups and bowls that were stacked there now strewn all over the floor. “I’ve broken a few shelves and knocked things off walls during boning a couple of times. It’s always a rush.”
“Can we please focus on what the hell happened here last night after Shepherd and I locked up?” I ask her as I grab the broom and dustpan to start sweeping up all the containers of sprinkles that were dumped on the floor, while my mom starts restacking things on the shelves and throwing away stuff that’s damaged.
“You’re sure you locked up?”
“Positive.” I nod, thankful that whoever did this only dumped dry goods and we don’t have to mop up chocolate sauce or caramel. “Shepherd has this OCD thing where he’ll go back to a locked door three times to check it before he leaves. I know for sure he did it last night, because I teased him about…. You know what, I just know.”
No need to tell my mother that when Shepherd said, “I have to do it three times in a row.” I snorted and replied, “Too bad you don’t feel that way about orgasms.”
It was like finally having good sex flipped a switch in me and I could no longer control what came out of my mouth. Shepherd definitely didn’t mind, since he almost gave me another orgasm when he kissed me goodnight against the back wall of the Dip and Twist. After we locked up. And he only stopped, because Ed drove by one last time, circling his golf cart around the building and catching us there like a couple of teenagers before laughing and then zipping away.
“Laura! You in here?”
Speaking of the orgasm-blocking devil.
My mom and I both pause in our cleanup when Ed walks around the corner, his feet stuttering to stop with a muttered curse. “You said the place was a little messy,” Ed states, raising one bushy white eyebrow at her.
“I also told you when I called you five minutes ago to see if you saw anything last night that you didn’t need to come here,” she reminds him, grabbing a pile of crumpled napkins from the floor and tossing them in the large trash bag next to her.
“Give me that garbage bag and go sit down,” Ed orders her, making my mom huff as he snatches the bag out of her hand and starts picking up a pile of plastic lids that are all broken. “The wife will be here in fifteen minutes to help after she drops the grandson off at school, and Margot and Kathy will be here soon after to help out as well. You go out front and get ready to open, and let us handle the mess.”
My mom and I share a smile and a look. No matter how long I live here, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how much this island comes together whenever anyone here needs them.
“I’m sure it was just a tourist who got drunk and had nothing better to do.” My mom shrugs.
“That deadbolt was hit clean off the door. Probably with a hammer or something,” Ed informs her as my mom goes rushing around him and the corner, disappearing to check.
I just raced right inside the back door that was propped open when I got here a few minutes ago, and didn’t even think to go back out and look at it once I saw the damage inside. Clearly, my mom hadn’t noticed either, a shocked look on her face when she comes back around the corner.
“I didn’t even notice the deadbolt was gone, since we never lock it. I just noticed the handle wasn’t locked when I got here. There’s a damn hole in our door!” my mom complains.
“Shepherd made me lock the deadbolt,” I tell her with a shrug.
“Already called Billy down at the station. He’ll be stopping by in a little bit to get your statement, and Margot is picking up a new deadbolt from the hardware store on her way here,” Ed says, dragging the full garbage bag over to the side and then grabbing a clean one from the box on the counter. “Like you said, probably just a drunk tourist that got bored.”
“Orrr…” my mom trails off, looking at me pointedly.
“I already told you Shepherd and I didn’t do this. I am not lying,” I whisper, leaning closer to her so Ed doesn’t hear.
“Did you say you and Shepherd did this?” Ed asks, pausing as he shakes out the new garbage bag. “Huh. He really doesn’t look like the wild lover type. It’s always the quiet ones.”
“Oh my God,” I mutter. “For the last time, we didn’t do this. From this point forward, no one is allowed to talk about my love life, got it?”
I look away from both of them when my cheeks heat with mortification that Ed was even anywhere near here last night while Shepherd and I were…
Nope, don’t think about that right now or you’ll start moaning in front of them.
At least we were behind the wall that separates the front of the shop from the back and no one could see us from outside, thank God. It was definitely hot, and I would like to repeat it ASAP, but not with spectators. And now I need a moment to pinch myself, because I have a love life.
I have a love life!
“I wasn’t talking about you and Shepherd. I was talking about Kevin,” my mom tells me, making me laugh.
“Kevin? Why would Kevin trash the Dip and Twist? And he’s not even on the
island yet.”
“Because he’s a special kind of asshole?” Ed pipes up, and my mom nods.
“You know that man always sneaks onto Summersweet a good few hours before we catch wind of it,” she reminds me.
He does do this. A real father would come right to his son as soon as he steps off the ferry, especially since it’s been six months since the last time Kevin even spoke to Owen. But that’s never been the case. Kevin only thinks of Kevin, and as soon as he’s gotten off the ferry the handful of times he’s come to this island, he’d much rather walk around trying to flaunt his wealth and social status, putting down the island and trying to make everyone feel small before he eventually comes to find his son.
“Well, it’s been at least eight hours at this point,” I say, bending down to grab a pile of pink plastic spoons and walking them over to the garbage bag Ed holds open for me. “Kevin would have definitely pissed someone off in eight hours, and we’d have heard about it. He’s an asshole, but he’s not a criminal. He would never stoop so low or get his hands dirty for something like this.”
I snort at just the idea of it and then groan when I bend over to pick up a plastic tray, realizing it’s stuck to the floor, my hands coming away covered in chocolate.
So much for them only dumping dry goods.
A white-hot ball of rage rushes through me when I remember meeting Kevin over on the mainland for lunch when Owen was four, and all Kevin did was complain about how messy Owen was and “I know it’s tough for your small brain to understand this, but my shirt costs more than you make in a month, and you can’t really afford to replace it if it gets ruined.”